Lady Answ. Not fresh and fasting, I hope?
Sir John. Yes, faith, Madam; I always wash my Kettle before I put the Meat in it.
Lady Smart. Poh! Sir John; you have seen Nine Houses since you eat last: Come, you have kept a Corner of your Stomach for a Piece of Venison-Pasty.
Sir John. Well, I’ll try what I can do, when it comes up.
Lady Answ. Come, Sir John, you may go further, and fare worse.
Miss. [to Neverout.] Pray, Mr. Neverout, will you please to send me a Piece of Tongue?
Neverout. By no means, Madam; one Tongue’s enough for a Woman.
Col. Miss, here’s a Tongue that never told a Lye.
Miss. That was, because it could not speak. Why, Colonel, I never told a Lye in my Life.